By Gala
Date: 27 February 2000
Tinder
You never got used to the cold,
held your heart to open flame
risking blistering
rather than endure frostbite.
I thought my wood too dry,
no bit of sap to fuel
the life of an ember
into full flame.
We've much to learn about fire, my love.
First, you need tinder---
small dry bits and twigs
not worth much at first glance.
But touch the match to them---
and magic...warmth...combustion.
Got a light?
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